On the day Shen Yan's father was arrested, he read "On Salt and Iron" beside the firewood pile.
> Ten years later, she became the only female official at the coronation ceremony of the new emperor, and all the nobles in the court bowed their heads.
No one knows that those memorials that changed the structure of the court were originally written on the back of the manuscript paper of the best-selling storybook.
When the royal pen of the Jinluan Palace appointed her as prime minister, she touched the blood-stained jade secret in her sleeve - it was engraved on the skull of her enlightenment mentor, and on it was also engraved the prophecy that "if a woman is the prime minister, the world will be in chaos."
The rebel cannon exploded outside the palace, and the coldness of the newly cast crane button cut her fingertips.
The snow was falling heartlessly.
At the edge of the room, a pile of half-dead firewood crackled, struggling to resist the cold night. The firelight was weak, illuminating only a small circle of frozen land. Su Yan huddled there, like a piece of rag that was carelessly discarded. The thin linen clothes could not cover the figure of a fifteen-year-old girl, let alone the knife-like north wind. Beside her, the cold wind rolled up the snow foam and scraped her chapped cheeks like a knife. She didn't seem to feel cold or hungry, and all her consciousness was concentrated on her hands, which were almost numb from the cold. The hands held a roll of bamboo slips, the corners of which had been polished. The flickering firelight struggled to lick the mottled writing on the slip - "On Salt and Iron".
